Long Mulling Poems

"Oak" 

The guardians
stood around and 
shook their heads

great thoughts 
quivering 
from the ground, roots up, 

as if to walk 
confidently 
with great armies

yet hesitation 
was witnessed
in their waving gestures

perplexed 
and touching 
green crowns, 

there they...

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"Oh, indeed she was, young man ... I mean Greg. It IS Greg, if I recall correctly?"
     "Yes. Or you can call me True Friend if you like." I turned to...

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As a mortal man of threescore and five years...

I bore witness and/or assimilated, gleaned,
and nursed implacable thirst for knowledge
courtesy reading factual narratives,
historical fiction, or biography
that since the advent of Homo sapiens
avast number of civilizations
and their...

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*Image of Hikers Warning by Pixabay.

Out Of The Way

As a self-proclaimed ruler of my person, I am mindful of the internal convictions, external constitutions as Lord overseer of my spotless realm,

Upon my own free will,...

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Young and Strong

She was young, she was strong
Working cleaning all the day long
So much to do, but she carried that load
So concerned about everyone, at Kenmore road.

Then we moved, to Strandfontein we came
A new challenge...

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POTD 8th Jan 24


 NOTHING LESS ~ NOTHING MORE

The ambushed night when all was still,
Amidst the gloom, anxiety took my will.
Though the moon cast its calming glow,
shadows lurked in the night's dark flow.

As the final...

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Four of eight decades rest in the past
So fortunate but how long can this last
I’ve romanced, loved and married
Living a life ever so harried

Raising a family, I’ve worked hard
A successful career achieved without fear
I’ve traveled...

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To boil with all the energy of Hell
may set aflame untethered wherewithal,
for once expended nothing can foretell
the limits of demise that may befall.
A single match may flicker to a flame
or simply set the whole of...

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The smells of hospitals in 
December 
can almost taste the anesthesia 
faint remnants of uncertainty 
  
expecting outcomes so trivial 
from the outside in 
passing sleepless strangers in the corridors 
thinking to oneself, 
...

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From 2010. Narrator is Robert Gibbs, snooty White House Press Secretary.

Lay, O Lord, a curse on press men, rude and churlish, sad, obsessed men 
Who persist to query me on matters they know I must...

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Religion is a way of THINKING, and critics of RELIGION (from root, "to bind" or tie up) had it right. They went a bit overboard & declared, "Religion is the opiate of the masses." In...

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Cont'd from Pg. I

As they sat in the dark, their minds conjured up the many possibilities of what may 
have occurred.  Yet, mulling over them, each one deemed unfeasible until they ran 
out of...

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(Continued from Bill's side 10“)
     
    "Never  mind that. I know you well enough to know you know what you’re doing. 
Just stick with me and keep...

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Laying my head back, eyes closing,
reminiscing, the years falling away into decades ago
to the 1950s at my grandparents' grand home
for Christmas.

It was a gracious dining room.
Noontime sun streaming in.
Chair rail with deep red wallpaper, white...

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It’s great to be a member of the global elite,
   The bean poles in my garden are standing proud and neat.
Organic veg is thriving thanks to ample bags of peat.
   I...

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1am: The clock strikes like bolts of lightning as my brain rapidly

fires neurons creating a torturous play field in my tired mind.

Pangs of loneliness hit me like a full speed train.

My bed feels emptier than...

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Written: November 25, 2023
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A delicate snowflake in a picturesque frosty nook
flagitious, frightful sky, frequently falling
Silently, "I don't wish to...

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I was walking no particular direction
One ordinary day
On my regular path
Mulling over my sticks and stones
Charms and dolls
When I saw a familiar door
Fresh painted colors on letters that were  there before
It read “we all...

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5/16/22



Here let me paint you a drawing
My skin crawling
Something stirring and calling
As the leaves begin falling
It's appalling
That people are always squabbling
And gossiping
Yet another mauling
It's no longer enthralling
The temperature of the water freezing or scalding
People aging,...

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You may not dream,
but you do not dream of nothing,
for that is consigned to
the dreams of rocks.

To think of nothing,
you must have
an idea about nothing,
and an idea is not nothing.

And where exactly
is that idea held?
Some...

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(Any resemblance between said title,
as told tummy by ya finch,
and commander in chief,...
not accidental, nor a cinch
buttock hum posed on behalf

of these bottom ming out
fifty states, plus Puerto Rico inch
ching, donning, and clamoring
desperately for fluffin...

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You’re in that special position you crochet yourself into when you hear me
coming up the steps , a whole breath between each plod of my
bare feet as they tackle the stairs with all the energy...

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REMIX OF MY TOBÀCCO

In the time of leech to the time of leash, came I from the sojourn of papyrus writing the pain on the wall of my heart with a golden exudate from my...

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My three-year-old put his hand on his chin 
like he was mulling over something troubling
I said, "Son, look at this place; what a mess!" 
“But, Papa,” he moaned, “I pway wifh these!” 
His room was...

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A poem I wrote to my English teacher when she retired.


One amongst the multitude would gaze up in awe
And in his sight he would capture
A moment as unique as it is rare
A hovering globe 
Overflowing...

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